Category Archives: Prose

After your skin sloughs off, does the itching stop, or do your bones scream out yearning to be scratched as the flames lick them clean of sinew and flesh? Immersed in a roiling sea of fire, at what point do … Continue reading →

I asked Nina Simone what it means to be free. “Words cannot do justice to the experience of freedom,” she said. She paused a moment, a hushed, contemplative silence, before saying “no fear… That’s freedom. That’s not all of it, … Continue reading →

Tiny whispers in my mind:"It, he, we, and also mine."Everything I see I findis a reflection of my shine. Everything talks to me, and here I am with my eyes shut and my ears closed; scrunched up like an obstinate … Continue reading →

To sit in a void, a hard vacuum, would burst my eyes and boil my blood, and yet be so desirable. I could struggle with the contradiction, but prefer to just accept it like the warm embrace of winter. If … Continue reading →

What constitutes pure silence? If a tree falls in the woods… If we build a sound detector with an auditory acuity far more sensitive than our own, and it tells us there is noise we cannot hear, is our silence … Continue reading →

How many hurricanes are your fault? Remember when you were on vacation in Jamaica in October of 2012? On the 22nd you were at the beach. You let a silent-but-deadly fart slip out, much to the dismay of the British … Continue reading →

Pride and prejudice, poverty and power, panic and peace, push and pull, thesis and antithesis. A simple model for life. We come up with an idea about how things work, a thesis. Soon thereafter we discover that it’s not the … Continue reading →